Sometimes my heart seems so hollow to float in the ocean of agony,
to be packed with garbage of frustration.
Sometimes my heart seems so tightly filled not to give an inch of space for hope,
not to contain a pinch of happiness.
I can’t express how fragile I feel at that moment. Then I just want to cut the whole of me into small fragments so that I can vaporize from the lives of people as soon as possible.
But at the next moment, I visualize fragments of me joining with each other in the shape of poetry. Tears cascade down my cheeks carrying all the negative vibes.
And then the whole of my soul gets enthralled with the fragrance of each fragment of mine that emanates positive vibes.